snowflake

"Oh my," said Aunt Cindy when she opened the bag.

"Won't my bird friends love this treat of seeds on a cold wintry day!"

She carried it right out to the trellis in her garden. She hung the treat on it.

Each day when she ate lunch, she watched through her dining room window for the birds to find the treat. But none came.

One winter night it began to snow. It snowed and snowed and snowed.

"Perhaps tomorrow the birds will find the treat," she whispered as she watched the flakes gently fall to the ground.

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